My name is Misty I am but three, My eyes are swollen I cannot see, I must be stupid I must be bad, What else could have made Made my daddy so mad? I wish I were better I wish I werent ugly, Then maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me. I cant speak at all I cant do a wrong Or else Im locked up All the day long. When I awake Im all alone The house is dark My folks arent home When my mommy does come Ill try and be nice, So maybe Ill get just One whipping tonight. Dont make a sound! I just heard a car My daddy is back From Charlie´s Bar. I hear him curse My name he calls I press myself Against the wall I try and hide From his evil eyes Im so afraid now Im starting to cry He finds me weeping He shouts ugly words, He says its my fault That he suffers at work. He slaps me and hits me And yells at me more, I finally get free And I run for the door. He´s already locked it And I start to bawl, He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall. I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken. Im sorry!, I scream But its now much too late His face has been twisted Into unimaginable hate The hurt and the pain Again and again Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end! And he finally stops And heads for the door, While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor My name is Misty And I am but three, Tonight my daddy Murdered me.

Annons

The photo has no tags

November 2010